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Post by Voidastral on Dec 9, 2018 16:55:00 GMT -5
Olive was gone, sitting among the trees within the forest, cleaning herself. This wasn't the place for her. While she enjoyed a blood battle she wasn't about to go back. She knew that even if the battle stopped it wasn't over. Maybe she could become a kittypet. There were twolegs around here, right?
Beefur nodded silently into her mates fur. That would be nice. Her sister could live on in the flowers or something symbolic like that. She moved back from Ragweed to speak, looking up to him "Should we go now or wait. I would think now may be the smartest time but I don't know."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 17:03:15 GMT -5
Ragweed licked her cheek, “Now would be best.” He purred quietly before he lifted up Leaves’s body with ease.
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 9, 2018 17:13:16 GMT -5
Beefur stood quietly to follow her mate out of the camp. She'd ask for Gracklefur to tend her wounds later. For now she was focused on her sister and the burial for her.
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 9, 2018 17:14:57 GMT -5
Enigma paused as he spotted Olive, his head tilting slightly, she looked completely unscathed, how'd she manage that? "Olive, you okay?" The tom wasn't really one for a conversation, but he was a bit shaken and needed something else to think about, a distraction of sorts.
Yew leaned slightly into her sister, a shocking display of affection. She wasn't sure why she was going it, but something inside of her told her to do so, it was an act of comforting, equal parts for her sister as well as herself, Mouse's body was a shocking reminder of her mortality, she had forgotten that just because she was young and had many moons left to live naturally didn't mean that she would be granted a long life.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 17:15:15 GMT -5
Ragweed managed to get Leaves out of camp without drawing any attention. He walked beside Beefur, his tail curling with hers. He didn’t know if he should speak or not, he decided to just let Beefur be alone with her thoughts.
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 9, 2018 17:19:49 GMT -5
Beefur remained quiet as the walked, her tail entwined with Ragweeds as they did so. She let her mind wander off and eventually landed on kits. Maybe this was her trying to ignore death by thinking about new life. Should she name one after Leaves? Possibly so.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 17:19:50 GMT -5
Brightmoss was one of the few cats to not fight as he didn’t think striking in broad daylight was smart. But it didn’t stope Nickle from pouncing on him and tearing his fur to shreds. The father had bashed his son’s face into a tree and broke his nose, Brightmoss barely had a second to fight back. Now the young tom was in the shadows and hiding in the edge of camp with blood gushing out from his wounds that dashed acrossed his fur. He was hitched against a tree, watching both rogues and warriors get themselves patched up. He gave a deadly glare at Nickle who was licking his glossy coat. Brightmoss felt something spark in him, something he’d never felt, the feeling of rage. He wanted to kill that tom.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 17:20:46 GMT -5
Beefur remained quiet as the walked, her tail entwined with Ragweeds as they did so. She let her mind wander off and eventually landed on kits. Maybe this was her trying to ignore death by thinking about new life. Should she name one after Leaves? Possibly so. Once at the field, Ragweed looked to his mate, “Where should we bury her?” He muttered as he felt warm blood ooze onto his fur.
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 9, 2018 17:26:09 GMT -5
"maybe near the stash?" she suggested. so that when she visited the stash she could also pay respects to her sister. Plus it made sense, the stash held her most prized findings and her sister was an important cat to her.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 17:28:40 GMT -5
Hey)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 17:31:32 GMT -5
(Hey Morning)
Ragweed nodded, “Ok.” He went over to Beefur’s stash of trinkets and treasures. He gently placed Leaves down and started to dig. “I think Gracklefur uses flowers when preparing for a burial if you want to bury her with some.”
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 17:36:44 GMT -5
rp? I am opening everyone up! Carrotleaf is tending the wounded, Tinyfire is likely in the elder den, Oakheart, Eveningbreeze, and clamclaw are likely just somewhere injured, Puddle can be somewhere, and Blue is in his den)
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 9, 2018 17:39:51 GMT -5
"I don't know how many we can find during Leafbare but I can try." she nods, nudging her mate before turning to find flowers quietly.
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 9, 2018 17:43:42 GMT -5
(I have kinda starters for all of my cats up if anyone wants to grab one)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 17:43:59 GMT -5
(Brb) (Ferretstrike is super angry and Brightmoss was badly injured by his father. He’s sulking in the shadows. I typed up a response with Gracklefur for Oak if you want to rp him.) Gracklefur rushed into his medicine den and started to take out his entire stock of medicine. He pulled out odd smelling pastes and his maggots feasting on prey, he looked out the den and called at Oakheart. “Oakheart!” He barked, “Keep on the queens.” What he really meant was Raincloud and his young kits. He knew he had to rely on Oakheart for this as he couldn’t comfort his mate. His eyes then froze on the body of Wheatpaw. Blood boiled and his rage began to build as he wanted to sink his claws into Bluesmoke. He gave a low and ugly hiss before he snapped at other cats, “Bring all wounded CLAN cats to me! And place the dead in the elder’s den for now!”
Ragweed started to dig, he eventually dug a nice and large hole but the time Beefur would be back. He gave a glance to Leave’s body and frown, he saw his own family in the cat’s soulless eyes
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 18:06:59 GMT -5
Carrotleaf already lined up the wounded. They're grouped by severity. She now has apprentices cleaning bloodied pelts)
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Post by MadFaith on Dec 9, 2018 18:16:33 GMT -5
Once he was content that the rogues really were gone Moosecharge finally removed himself from the front of the nursery limping heavily. Shaking his head to clear the ringing from a particularly hard swipe to the head from Ajax, the large tom noticed Eveningbreeze and decided to go check up on her. "How are you doing Eveningbreeze?" He was glad the two of them had returned to camp when they did, although they still didn't win the battle, it could have been tilted farther in the rogue's favour if the two hadn't been there.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 18:40:27 GMT -5
The shecats' white fur was stained shades of red and pink. She was sitting in a corner, licking her fur to clean it. "I'm not badly hurt. A few cuts that I'll have to see Gracklefur for later but I'll let him tend the serious cases. I heard Clamclaw got the tip of his tail bitten off. How are you?" she asked
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 9, 2018 18:54:32 GMT -5
((Snowpaw is helping to move dead bodies into the elders den
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 9, 2018 18:56:16 GMT -5
Beefur returned with only three small and weak flowers. It was the best she could do at that time of year. she came up and stood next to her mate, clutching the flowers in her jaw
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 19:14:13 GMT -5
Tiny can help Snow)
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 9, 2018 19:17:10 GMT -5
((ok!)
Snowpaw moved from the elder's den after carrying ploverheart in. She came to her brother now, and gently she began to move him. She felt weak though, carrying ashpaw into the elder's den proved to be hard for her.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 19:19:31 GMT -5
As Snowpaw moved the dead to the elders den, Tinyfire began preparing them for burial. She took some rsemary and sage from the medicine den and was rubbing each body down with them once they were cleaned. 'Snowpaw, how many more are there?" she asked as she took Ashpaws' body and laid him near Wolfhowl.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 19:30:03 GMT -5
Beefur returned with only three small and weak flowers. It was the best she could do at that time of year. she came up and stood next to her mate, clutching the flowers in her jaw Ragweed nuzzled his mate, pressing his warm fur against her. He gently laid the body in the hole and stepped back for Beefur to have her moment. Gracklefur walked out the medicine den with bundles of cobwebs, he started his rounds on patching up smaller wounds and telling cats was worse injured to rest in his den. He was glad to see Carrotleaf gathering the wounded cats into a group and Snowpaw with Tinyheart as they moved the dead to the dens.
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 9, 2018 19:41:51 GMT -5
Snowpaw read her lips carefully and exited the den for a moment. There was Wheatpaw, Ashfall, Canyonshadow, Ferngrove, Desmond, Blossomthorn, Oriolecry and Mouse to all bring in. The she-cat came back into the den she made a sort of round movement with her paws to convey that there were still a lot of cats to bring in. If that didn't say so then she could maybe flick her tail about eight or so times. so many had died and she'd only got about three of them in.
Beefur closed her eyes for a few moments, repeating her same plea for Starclan to guide her sister to them before she stood back.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 19:52:06 GMT -5
Tinyfire nodded, mostly understanding. "Do you want help bringing them in?" she asked Snowpaw
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Post by Voidastral on Dec 9, 2018 20:08:19 GMT -5
While Snowpaw needed help she didn't want to make the elder do so. She wasn't a warrior and shouldn't be doing the job of one. So the she-cat shook her head, though it was evident she was lying.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 9, 2018 21:23:18 GMT -5
*Peeks in* Morning what should we do with Clam and Connie? Still out of camp or did they fight?)
Jaggedtalon panted as he curled up in a corner of the camp. He fought like a beast biting and lashing at every rogue he could get his paws on. He took down a few rogues and sustained a good number of wounds. He hated that they lost and wanted to keep fighting until the rogues or at least Bluesmoke was dead. He scanned the camp looking for signs of his mate.
Hollowoak winced as he slowly licked his leg. He had a wound on his leg and his front paw hurt to put pressure on it.
Heathernose looked at her fallen clanmates and pinned her ears back. She was beginning to wonder if this really was there life now. They lost to the rogues, Owlstar wasn't coming back and seemed like Starclan had abandoned them. She settles down and places her head on her paws.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Dec 9, 2018 21:24:59 GMT -5
We can say they were in camp for the fighting. I kind of want Clam to have had the tip of his tail bitten of. Weird I know lol)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 9, 2018 21:58:48 GMT -5
(Okay!)
Connie looked at all the dead cats and pinned her ears back. There was so much bloodshed! She glanced over at the clan cats and wished she could say something. During the fight, she made sure not to fight Clamclaw and a few others cats. Others she was forced to defend herself. Does he hate me now?
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